Bring Our Men Home

Yes, call me Obama Mama! Maybe I’ll create a drink with that name. He’s the best presidential candidate I’ve seen in many years. I hope he wins and lives up to expectations. He doesn’t even seem to show the strain and stress of Hillary. She’s looking mighty war-torn these days. Who can blame her? I don’t know if I could keep up that pace for any length of time. No wonder she almost cried that time. Probably more from exhaustion.

Maybe it’s the difference in years or maybe it’s because he’s so thin and seems to have endless amounts of energy. Who knows but he’s not looking like he’s tired or anything.

About

I make no secret of the fact that I am a dyed-in-the-wool peacenick. I see no possible excuse to take up arms and invade, murder, maim another country and persons within that country.

For the US to still be in Iraq after confessing that there never were any weapons of mass destruction, is unconscionable. It’s like, “Well, while we’re here, we might as well destroy this country’s infrastructure, kill the leader and his sons. Then we’ll take all the oil for ourselves. Why not? We can’t go home empty-handed. We’ll make Saddam out to be Satan himself and the American people will buy it. They buy everything we tell them.”

I guess it worked. Bush is still President. He still gets media attention. He’s still alive. So is his sidekick and mentor, Chaney.

Well, now you know what I stand for. I am an atheist with strong beliefs in what works in the universe. You can go against the laws of the cosmos but payback is imminent. No, you don’t have to be a card-carrying holy-roller, waiving the Bible around like an idiot, to be a solid citizen, a good neighbour, and a loving spouse and parent.

Whether you see things my way or not, I hope you’ll stay and read some of the entries